"Okay,children,sit down. I've got an important announcemant to make." She said,walking into the classroom.

The kids sat in their seats as Ms.Garrison set ther snakeskin purse on her desk. "Okay,we have a new student today, and I want you to make her feel welcome to the class."

"What's new? We,like,get kids every week or so." Cartman responded. "Eric! Speak when you're spoken to!" The teacher exlaimed. There was a pause untill Ms.Garison spoke again:

"Okay,so, I want all of you to meet...hey,where did she go-"

"Another she! Gaw,it might be another Kyle fangirl or something-"

"ERIC! STRIKE ONE!"

"Eh-Strike one? What the hell does that mean-"

"Strike two-One more comment,Eric,and you go to a corner of the room and stay there throught class PLUS you'll have extra homework tonight."

Cartman pouted and crossed his arms angrily. "...sorry about that,children-ANYWAY,where was I...oh,the new studen-" Ms.Garrison looked down at a girl.

She had pale skin and black curly shortish hair. On her head was a tobogan cocked to the side that looked kinda like Cartman's,only it was green and had a cherry printed on it. She wore a navy blue hoodie with a red shirt underneith. She wore baggy blue jeans.

"Where the hell did you go?" Ms.Garrison asked vainly. The girl just looked up at her. The teacher sighed and pointed at an empty desk "Whatever,Emi,just sit there beside Eric and let's get on with our lesson."

Emi looked to the fat boy stairing at her with a look in his eyes saying 'Hell no...' She sighed and did what she was told.

"Okay,so,Pink Floyd's addiction to Meth Infedimane caused them to make a movie called 'The Wall'. It's a pointless indapendent film that involves alot of..." Ms.Garrison babbled away at her lesson that the children weren't paying much attention to.

Cartman grunted from time-to-time. If it's anything that he can't stand it's to sit by a girl. Emi was holding her head in one of her hands while stairing blankly at the desk. "...please tell me that you're not a Kyle fangirl..." Cartman said. Emi looked over at him,confused.

"...what the hell's a fan-girl? And who's Kyle?" She said. Cartman put his hand on his chin and examined Emi for a few seconds.

"Ehhh...you look like you could be a..a Kenny OR Kyle fangirl;my God,we have a lot of those-"

"That's it,Eric-Strike Three! Go to the corner!" Ms.Garrison yelled,pointing to the corner nearist to her desk. Cartman swear-mummbled as he transfered from the desk to the corner. Ms.Garrison turned around and continued to write on the board. Cartman contantly figited and everytime he did so,he'd mumble 'Weak'. Emi continued on what she was doing before. She looked up.

'...what a wierd town. It's gonna suck livin' here..'


Not the best story in the world,but I guess it's okay. Love it? Hate it? Leave your opinion.